poetry

pouch peek

pouch peek

wooly grey fur ripples
in an unsettling way
skin splits and a nose peeks out

suddenly we learn
where koala kids are stored
in a space not as like a pocket
as a furred womb

mother K lazes unfazed
as joey rumpuses about
she’s shared her body
long as she can remember now
making room for him
not just in her heart

One thought on “pouch peek”

  1. Mom says:

    Sounds like you w your joeys, just sharing lap, neck, hand and hair instead of furred womb.

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